Thank you for taking time to receive your Christmas present.
This year it's a little different partly because a) I am broke beyond belief and b) because this story needs to be told. Every year I swear that I must prepare this story in time for Christmas, and every year I failed.
So now, I'm presenting Part I of the Christmas Carol (if not, it'll never come out ever). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
The stories do not refer to anyone in particular and neither of you are feature here. However, having said that, this story is a tribute to my new-found friends Rahman, Justin, Hysen. And of course Chris.
I want to send my love to 222 for being the family you are, for silently being there any time I need your love. To Xinyi who always take the effort to meet me, to Nat for the sweetest words and to Ritesh for your trust and confidence.
For Cathleen and Shangyi for the ornamentation of laughter every time…laughter, is indeed golden.
For Daniel, this Christmas was made extra special for your words of assurance. Thanks buddy!
To Guanyu for your kindness for the steinway arrangement and gifts. See you around school!
To the nurses at Renci for being ever so kind…
And…of course, to all my wonderful friends who have made this year such a meaningful one. If I had my way, I wish I could list down everything all of you have said or done that touched me. Thank you.
From a feeling-very-loved,
Claud
(P.S Please pardon any grammatical mistakes!)
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Tuesday, February 3, 2015
4:19 PM
To be frank, I was disappointed, again that it didn't turn out well. It would seem that whatever something came up, there will always be an intercession such that what I hope for, and what you would want to do,doesn't happen.
Yesterday was a classic example of assumptions make the ass out of you and me, you assumed there were visiting hours and thus couldn't come, and I assumed you were making excuses not to come due to some last minute chicken shit BQ and ZX told you.
In a moment of weakness, I expressed my disappointment, again without thinking how you might be feeling - I guess I'm lousy with emotions that way. I want so badly to see how you were doing...A part of me still wants to see you and hold you to know you're still real.
It felt like friends again when we spoke on Tues, now, I'm not sure you want to speak to me ever again.
Merry Christmas!
